Furlongs per fortnight.

There are times it seems that in spite of ones best efforts the entire world conspires to exasperate any forward movement. Thus it has been lately. Oh, they were all needful and necessary things that got in the way, but what I really wanted to be doing was getting the garden in order and getting some stuff that has been impatiently waiting in their pots into the ground. Progress lately would seem best measured in furlongs per fortnight.

It was a weekend day and I didn't have to ride herd on a two-year old nor go and do anything for anyone else (at least until late afternoon) so I finally planted the Louis Phillippe rose that the father of a friend of my wife's gave to the Kinder Major and the Caldwell Pink (I think that's right) that I bought December before last at the Dudley Farm Days here and here from a vendor. Also planted a blue plumbago that I overlooked putting into the greenhouse so it froze. I'm told it'll grow back from the roots so I'm hoping they didn't freeze too much. Also got in two rabbiteye blueberries. One of them has the curious name of "Savory" which strikes me as an odd name for a sweet fruit. The other is a mystery that I found growing in between my already established plants. I don't know if it's a root sucker or a seedling, but I gave it a space like all the others.

I fertilized all of the container plants in the hoop house and picked a few lemons and limes to go with supper and to give to my brother's family who came to have supper with us tonight.

No pictures today. The Kinder Major has put our camera in a safe place for us and like safe places are often wont to do it cannot be found.

.....Alan.